"You were foolish, Tommy," I went on, "when you scented out that old tyrant in his coffin, at least for our own sake." Indeed the dog was terribly scared.

He whined continually and from time to time ran a little way and then returned to us, suggesting that we should go from this horror-haunted spot.

Lastly, as though he understood that it was Oro who kept us there, he went to him and jumping up, licked his hand in a beseeching fashion.
The super-man looked at the dog and as he looked the rage went out of his face and was replaced by something resembling pity.
"I do not wish the beast to die," he muttered to himself in low reflective tones, as though he thought aloud, "for of them all it alone liked and did not fear me.

I might take it with me but still it would perish of grief in the loneliness of the caves.

Moreover, she loved it whom I shall see no more; yes, Yva--" as he spoke the name his voice broke a little.